I resonate with your comment about the tidal nature of grief. I have often described the feeling as a wound that has gradually scabbed over, but something snags the scab and it bleeds again. Birthdates, transition dates, holidays, beach trips, grandkids who pass his forever age - and, after 34 years, to wonder who and what he would have become.
No words, but I know. Twice. We are not alone, and hope is here. A constant pivot. Please keep writing for “us.” 🩷🌸🩷
Sooooo powerful, moving and familiar.
I love you sister cousin—thank god for friends who aren’t afraid of the depths and want to walk there with us
Really Beautiful Settle
“But also for who you were before.
For the way other people saw you before.
For the way the air felt before.”
Settle- exactly how I feel about the “befores” in my own story
Beautiful expression of the enigma that is grief
Thank you ❤️
Jennifer, I know you know. Sending you love friend.
beautiful
I resonate with your comment about the tidal nature of grief. I have often described the feeling as a wound that has gradually scabbed over, but something snags the scab and it bleeds again. Birthdates, transition dates, holidays, beach trips, grandkids who pass his forever age - and, after 34 years, to wonder who and what he would have become.
Stunning. Once again. "Grief is ... tidal." I've never heard it expressed that way and is exactly that. Thank you.
Hugs and prayers Settle. Love you
Wow, my friend. Thank you for sharing. So beautiful and powerful.
So beautiful Settle. What an incredible description of grief. And a perfect place to sit for Lent.
Thanks friend. Love you.